8. LEVIATHAN

Chapter 8

LEVIATHAN

I am not entirely sure how we got to this point. The point where Rowan is slowly bending me over the kitchen table, the Basilisk running his hands down my naked body after shredding the rest of my clothes. I'm pretty sure there was a fang in there, light scratches across my back from Amand as he steals my attention from the cock pressing against my ass.

We should be focusing on the case and the witch or witches who might be responsible for the Omega wolves disappearing. Instead, my desires are overriding my rational mind as I grip the edges of the table, waiting for Rowan to act on his instincts. He did say he was having a hard time choosing whether to kill me or fuck me.

There's still time for both.

Hopefully, he'll fuck me before he kills me so that I at least get a little pleasure out of it.

Rowan rocks against my ass, his cock sliding between my cheeks and catching against my hole. I hold my breath as he continues the motion, my jaw pulling tight at the idea he won't be able to override his instincts to just stuff it in. I like pain just as much as the next guy but not like that.

"Lube, you asshole," Amand hisses, tearing Rowan away from me. There's little time for relief as two slicked-up fingers begin massaging my rim. "You have ten seconds to say something, Lev. My instincts are just as strong as Rowan's so if you need to tell us game over, it needs to happen now."

I frown. "We're still playing that game?" It makes sense. They haven't completed either goal and I suppose fucking me counts as one. It's also preferable to being dead. I'm not tapping out because it's been a good while since I've had a good hard fuck and Rowan seems like he's a bit wild with it. "If you don't shove those fingers in my ass, Amand, I will prep myself."

That earns me another hiss and three fingers pumping mercilessly into my hole. The slight burn as I remember to relax fades away to pleasure, the sensual haze from this moment growing until I can barely feel my limbs. The only thing I feel is Amand's entire hand—nearly—shoving into my hole before he whispers, ‘ready'. Seconds later, Rowan is standing behind me again, my face lying on the cool wood of the kitchen table. Then he thrusts inside, his girth filling me until I feel like he's going to split me in half.

"Holy shit, you're fucking huge."

I didn't expect any different from these creatures who are easily a few inches if not a head taller than me. Rowan isn't paying me any mind as he pulls back out and then plunges forward, the table creaking on wobbly legs. One of his hands moves to grip my waist, the other wrapping around the back of my neck as he leans over me. His tongue darts out to run along the curve of my ear, his beast taking over this moment.

"It's been a while since I've gotten to fuck someone other than Amand, little birdie," Rowan whispers in my ear. "And I've been truly missing out. I hope you don't croak after this because you're squeezing my cock just right. Leviathan, you might not know what you are but you were made for me."

I shouldn't like those words.

They shouldn't send tingles down my spine.

And my cock shouldn't be hard and leaking as Rowan starts up a pace that I can only give into. I haven't been fucked this hard in ages. There will be bruises tomorrow but I'm going to cherish every last one.

Because tomorrow, I'm going to march my ass over to Vince and tell him that I'm not working with these two. We'll never get anything done.

That's when I remember Amand is not part of this delicious embrace, my eyes frantically moving around to locate the other Basilisk. I don't like unknowns and while both of these men fall into that category, it's worse when I can't see them. Rowan catches onto my frantic hunt as his fingers tighten around my neck and lifts me up so that my back is arched off the table.

It's an awkward position that renders me completely helpless and on display for Amand who is sitting at the head of the table. His legs are spread, his cock resting in his hand as he slowly strokes it. It's long, longer than Rowan's but a little thinner from this vantage point. That doesn't make it any less desirable as I open my mouth to comment on it.

Unfortunately, only a moan falls from my lips as Rowan continues his ruthless assault, the hand on my waist moving between me and the table to grab my cock. I jerk in his hold, confused about which sensation to chase as my body moves between the two. Rowan begins stroking me in tandem with his thrusts until the pleasure is too much and I'm shooting my release all over the floor. Lust swirls around us, his magic cradling me, heightening my release.

His hiss turns into a roar, a sound that Basilisks rarely make. When he comes, I can feel his pleasure down to my soul, his release filling me up until it's dripping down my thighs and coating his balls. Amand comes soon after, his eyes narrowing into that predatory slit Basilisks are known for. Their beasts are telling them that they have finally caught their prey and I've not only given in but I've submitted.

Rowan pulls out and then drags me back against his chest, his hand wrapping around the front of my throat. His tongue flits out to lick a stripe up the side of my neck, a rumble running through him that goes straight to my cock again. A curse falls from my lips as my body tries to prepare for another round, warring with my mind's need to take us home and pass the fuck out.

Both men chuckle and then burst out in laughter, but I seem to have missed the joke. Losing my self-control is not a laughing matter. Being immune to their venom and their touch is unheard of. Getting fucked by a Basilisk and surviving? Nearly impossible. There are a few species with regenerative properties that are immune to a Basilisk's venom but they don't get along well. I could never see a Basilisk and a wolf finding a happily ever after.

The strangest part, even though all of it is strange, is that they shared this experience with me. Basilisk's are highly territorial. I'm surprised I wasn't ripped to shreds between the two as they fought for dominance.

I pull from Rowan's hold and catch myself on the table, my lids heavy. I feel drunk. Like deliriously drunk. Like I could take on the fucking world. And I think Rowan sees that when I stumble back from the table and into his chest, staring up at him with a goofy grin that doesn't match my usual demeanor. Well, this is a development.